People ask all the time, "What are you thinking?" It's my least favorite question in the world. The last bastion of solace is my mind. It's an invasion.

I kind of like that romantic image of being in a rocker with my family gathered around, all these generations in one room, listening intently to my stories.

Defeat is not an option. Period. The End.

I never insert myself into situations where I am completely blind or don't have a single clue about what's being discussed. I don't to be an impostor and just helping for the sake of helping. If I am going to help somebody, I want it to be valuable. And if they don't follow my advice, then they are a frigging idiot. I'm joking.

I've got volumes on how not to behave. I've got more information now than a guy should have at my age.

Touch my children and I will eat your hands off your freakin arms.

The last time I took drugs, I probably took more than anybody could survive.